One hundred million with me
And so, Xiao Yuan gained the privilege of a morning kiss every day. Every morning, Lu Zhian would sneak up like a thief, taking advantage of the moment when no one was in the office or the corridor was empty, quickly leaning in to touch Xiao Yuan's lips or cheek, then quickly pulling away, afraid of being discovered by anyone. This secret "transaction" continued for a while, and a strange balance was formed.
Until I got off work that evening.
Lu Zhian packed his things and walked to the entrance of the company building. He immediately saw the familiar figure leaning against a black motorcycle with sleek lines and a powerful presence.
It is "Xiao Yuan".
He wondered to himself: when he came downstairs just now, he clearly saw him reading documents in the office, how come he was downstairs so quickly? And he had changed out of his usual suit and put on a well-tailored black leather jacket... Private elevators are really fast.
Although he found it a little strange, Lu Zhian didn't think much of it and walked up to greet him as usual: "Boss! Are you going home too?"
The "Xiao Yuan" in front of him didn't speak, but simply looked up at him with a sharper gaze than usual, carrying a wild and untamed scrutiny. He didn't answer Lu Zhian's question, but instead reached out, grabbed Lu Zhian's waist, and lifted him up without a word, easily placing him on the back seat of the motorcycle.
"Huh? You..." Lu Zhian was startled. Before he could finish speaking, a helmet was neatly and crisply put on his head and fastened with a click.
He instinctively tried to get off, but the person in front of him had already strode onto the motorcycle and started the engine with a bang. A powerful thrust came instantly, and Lu Zhian's body was thrown forward uncontrollably, the distance between them forced to shrink to zero.
The car was going extremely fast, and the wind was whistling in his ears. At first, Lu Zhian was just cautiously leaning against his back, but then he had to grab the leather jacket on his back, and finally, due to the centrifugal force of the corner, he was almost completely pressed against him, with his hands tightly wrapped around his waist.
The locomotive eventually left the city and stopped in front of a rather remote-looking warehouse in the suburbs. The warehouse door opened automatically, and the locomotive drove directly inside.
This is a space converted from a huge semi-open warehouse, with extremely high ceilings and a wide view.
On one side, there was more than one motorcycle, as well as various disassembled parts and tools, neatly or randomly placed, exuding a hardcore mechanical feel.
On the other side is the complete living area—a spacious living room furnished with an extremely comfortable-looking sofa and a huge projection screen, an open kitchen fully equipped, and even a huge bed that can be seen in the distance.
The coldness of industrial style blends wonderfully with the warmth of living areas here, like an extremely personalized and free "floor-to-ceiling apartment".
Before he could even react after his helmet was removed, the person in front of him grabbed him and lifted him off the vehicle. Then, the world spun around him, and he was suddenly carried on someone's shoulder.
"Boss! Xiao Yuan! What are you doing! Put me down!" Lu Zhian cried out and struggled, pounding on his back, but the body was muscular and unmoved.
He was carried across the spacious area and finally thrown onto an unusually soft and large sofa in the center of the area.
Lu Zhian was thrown into the sofa and sank in. Just as he propped himself up on his arms, "Xiao Yuan" approached, leaning over and placing his hands on the back of the sofa on either side of Lu Zhian, completely trapping him in the small space between himself and the sofa, looking down at him.
The industrial lights on the warehouse ceiling cast a cold white light, outlining a rugged silhouette behind him. Surrounded by cold machinery, the scene added to the sense of dangerous oppression.
Their eyes met, and Lu Zhian finally sensed something was wrong. This face was exactly the same as Xiao Yuan's, but the eyes were completely different.
Xiao Yuan's gaze was deep and controlling, carrying the coldness of a superior. But in the same gray-blue eyes before him burned a more direct and aggressive wildfire, as if unrestrained by any rules.
“Leave my brother,” he said, his voice cold and direct. “How much money do you want?”
Lu Zhian was stunned, completely dumbfounded: "...Your brother and I are not in that kind of relationship." He tried to explain, but the absurd guess in his mind became clearer and clearer.
"Not that kind of relationship?" The man in front of him scoffed, leaning even lower, his hot breath almost hitting Lu Zhian's face, carrying an undeniable dominance and an almost predatory declaration:
"That 100 million, stay with me."
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